The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 41: To lie, yes or no?

Natalie's POV:

I closed my eyes feeling Michael's daring lips slid on my neck, to then feel his teeth dig slowly on my skin. I let out a deep breath of air, squeezing my legs to not worsen our situation. But he was at a thousand, Michael was now on top of me, kissing my mouth as if the world was going to end, his right hand went down to my thigh, flexing it so that the man could fit between my legs. It was too early, about 6:33AM to be more exact. We had just wokern up and decided to say goodbye to go to work.

Last night, after the picnic Michael decided to take us bowling. He was destined to make Sofi's day wonderful. And it really was, we had a lot of fun while bowling, and I of course was the champion among them. Sofi stayed somewhat angry, and Michael just gave the idea for us to go eat some KFC which made Sofi instantly happy again. We talked and joked for a few more hours until we returned to my apartment. With my sweet ways I was able to convince Michael to stay and sleep with me, Sofi was in my bedroom, according to her my bed was more comfortable. Michael obviously slept with me, and behaved well after I threatened him three times. The sex strike was making my boyfriend completely crazy, and me too.

"Michael." He didn't even listen to me, he sucked my earlobe which made me gasp. Damn him. His hands roamed up and down my body, scratching lightly, causing a very delicious arousal. I brought my hands to his hair, pulling his face towards mine. Michael captured my lips in a few seconds, sucking them hard. We were groping each other madly on the couch of my apartment. That was not the initial plan, the man said that he just wanted some caresses and now look at us.

"Babe, someone might see us, Sofi is sleeping and she could wake up." I whispered when he descended with the kisses to my chest.

"You just got to be quiet, baby." Michael whispered sliding her tongue on my skin.

Dammit, he was maddening me. His heavy and warm breathing against my skin made me want to give up on the damn strike that I imposed.

"The s... strike!"

"Forget about the strike, okay?" Michael sat on the couch, pulling my body with certain force towards his, making me straddle his lap. His hands rested on my thighs where he
squeezed tightly. I sighed and brought my hands to his neck, lacing my fingers between the strands of his hair. He stared at me and smirked. I shook my head and kissed him.

In the beginning the kiss was just a lip contact, Michael slid the tip of his tongue over my lower lip real slow, indicating what he wanted and I allowed it. Feeling his tongue snaking over mine devilishly. I sighed with the
contact, and sucked with want. I felt his skillful hands snaking inside my blouse, sliding his slender fingers up my back. I closed my eyes when he disconnected our mouths and trailed with the kisses down to my neck stopping on my pulse point where he sucked, fuck. That would leave a mark. I dug my nails on his shoulder, and that only impulsed him to continue.

With speed Michael brought his hands to the button of the shorts I was wearing, unbuttoning it so fast that I didn't even notice until he started to pull it down. Our breaths were heavy and mismatch, I leaned back, receiving desperate kisses on my breasts, even above the thin blouse that was turning me on. Michael slid his tongue right on top of my nipple, while his hands rubbed my center hard over the thick fabric of my denim shorts.

"God, I need more!" I exclaimed in thought.

I squeezed my fingers on his hair, and that clearly showed him that I was surrendering myself, because the damn man let out a cynical laugh accompanied by a mischievous gaze.

"If you knew how freaking hot you are, Miss Jones..." I bit my lip hard, I almost didn't hear much, the rubbing of his hand over my shorts was maddening me, and leaving me visihly altered. The lack of a stronger contact left me irritated.